The stories in Michelle Berry's second collection are rather more flammable, forged in the brilliance of summer heat waves. These 11 stories stick to the skin, and not always pleasantly, as characters sweat and strip down, with or without benefit of alcohol. Berry graphically evokes smells, walls smeared with tobacco smoke, corpses in the woodshed. But while we may be repelled, we read on, in the grip of the characters' discordant realities and expectations. We brace ourselves against terrible collisions-verbal explosions, a shotgun blast. Usually, happily, we are let off lightly. - Quill and Quire, Quill & Quire
Berry's prose is terse and swift, full of killer one-liners and acerbic observations. All Berry's characters have lost something: wives, sons, minds, sisters, bathing suits, trust, hope. Their attempts to recover and sort out what went wrong, and how to fix things, don't work out - at least not in the way you'd expect - Berry deftly, repeatedly, shows just how clueless and creepy we can be. - The Georgia Straight, The Georgia Straight
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